Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Beasts ❯ Life as it now stands ( Chapter 1 )

Story for Em

Vegeta growled as Kakkarot brushed himself up in the mirror. The once great super-Sayian, through intense conditioning, had become a bitch to the cock of Freezia. Kakkarot straightened the ruby and gold collar that ensnared his thick neck and rustled the chains that lead down to the red loincloth that served as his only covering. Vegeta was dressed much the same, save his collar was a cold, technical steel designed to restrain his ki. Chains held him tight and helpless to the simple frame cot, his wrists, ankles, throbbing with the chain's tension. The bastard Freezia had even clamped a ki-restrainer to the base of his tail, which had grown back, along with Kakkarot's, Freezia had seen to it. Here they were, the only two Sayians left, concubines to the most evil and powerful being in the universe. Kakkarot had almost won, but he was a fool and gave him some of his own power, leaving Freezia enough strength to defeat him. Instead of killing him, Freezia smirked and passed a fancy, taking his limp body and handing him over to a practiced agent to break him in as a whore. Vegeta was caught and brought back once again to fill his role of cock-sucking whore. But this time he had company, Kakkarot was waiting at Freezia's feet, purring and caressing his thigh with the new tail. Vegeta lay there, broken and bloody from his capture by the hands of Zarbon and Dedoria. Kakkarot had spilled his guts to his newly-beloved master, thus the dragon balls were used to resurrect his two most awful henchmen.

So here he was, chained to the damned lumpy cot, waiting for Freezia to come and torture him some more. Which was worse? Watching Kakkarot being lovey-dovey with the cold-hearted bastard, or watching the cold-hearted bastard?

Freezia, gilded in a cold tailored suit, eagerly wanting his two pets. He stepped in the doorway, the metal whooshing back. He walked in slowly, only to be nearly trampled by a supple Kakkarot leaping into his arms.

"Master! Master! You came back!" He sang and hurriedly kissed his white face and cold lips. Freezia gave up trying to conserve energy and stayed in his china doll form.

"Calm down my pet." He smiled in his cruel way, the tone in his voice made Goku drop to his knees.

"What can I do for my master this evening?" Freezia stroked his hair and rubbed him behind the ears, eliciting a magnificent purr, Vegeta groaned and did his best to shrink into the wall. However the bed was not on his side and squeaked loudly, making him wince, Freezia's head snapped up with a surprised look, and Kakkarot gave Vegeta a look of complete disgust for taking the attentions of his beloved away.

"Yes my pet, there is something you can do for me."

"Anything master."

"We shouldn't neglect the prince, give him the royal treatment." Kakkarot's face scrunched in disgust.

"Do not disobey me, pet." Freezia warned sternly. Kakkarot frowned heavily and pawed his owner's thigh in a silent plea. Freezia growled loudly and slapped the alabaster face that was poised at his hardening shaft. Kakkarot squealed loudly and fell back on his neatly tail-ed rump.

"Don't push me, pet." He growled and pointed stubbornly at the now quivering Prince. Kakkarot smiled cruelly at him and slithered over to the nearly worn-out cot. Freezia sat on the bed that he shared with Kakkarot when he chose to retire with him. It was made of the best wood, carved with various scenes from Freezia's past. The mattress was stuffed with the softest feathers, alike the comforters and pillows. The sheets were made of slick red silk.

Vegeta tried to fight and claw at Kakkarot as he approached, a feral grin on his once kind face, but the lovely ki-damper kept him from hurting him worth more than a few kitten scratches. Before he could come up with a good plan Vegeta's hands were captured above his head. Trying to calm himself, Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to take his being away. He always imagined the same thing, beautiful black, curly locks, cherry-red lips and onyx eyes. He screamed in pain as a fist was planted into his stomach. Kakkarot looked to his master for approval before lowering his spiky head to the wound he'd just inflicted, the flesh burnt slightly. The tender flesh was grazed gracefully with his lips and he worried the skin with his tongue. The fist rose again and connected with his jaw, breaking it into shards. Vegeta knew something like this was coming, Kakkarot hadn't hated him before, in fact it was the reverse, but he hated him now for taking away his master. Vegeta was now, however oddly, feeling more friendly towards the man, he kept Freezia's attentions. This time the fist buried itself in his shoulder, shattering more bones. He felt his loincloth being seared off him with a low blast of ki, leaving red welts over his cock and sack, up his thighs across his stomach and finally concentrating into a gaping wound just above his ribcage. Vegeta bit his lip so hard, blood trickled down his chin. He would not scream, nor cry out, and by all means he would not cry. He had tried to even out his breathing, he was used to pain, why was this different? Freezia grinned as his hand wrapped around his ridged dick, stroking softly as he watched his willing toy push his favorite into submission.

"So brave, so strong." Muttered Kakkarot sarcastically as he crawled up the prince's body. He lay next to his ear and nipped the lobe softly,

"Vegeta, I am sorry." Goku said so quietly that Vegeta almost didn't hear it. "I'm sorry for all that has happened," a single tear ran down from his eye and fell on Vegeta's hawk nose. He was stunned to such a state of shock that he only barely heard the rustling of Kakkarot's loincloth and the soft grunts of Freezia. Kakkarot found his cruel grin again and winked at Vegeta's unmoving form. He roughly kissed him, making his jaw explode in a fire of pain that was almost unbearable, but it was only a sting compared to Kakkarot forcing his huge length into his unprepared entrance. Vegeta gave up and released a cry that silenced all the rest, but still he wouldn't let a single tear fall. Kakkarot leaned down and kissed the corner of his eye, a silent promise that he wouldn't inflict more pain if he did. Freezia groaned as his hand moved too fast for the naked eye to see.

Kakkarot increased his speed and brought his body up to load-over the smaller man. Vegeta thrashed in pain, only causing his bruised flesh to become torn and thick, hot blood to flow between them.

"Oh, do you like that my darling." Freezia cackled from the bed, groaning as he came. Kakkarot smile,

"I'm sure he does, my master." He purred and pushed harder, tearing up places Vegeta didn't even know he had.

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